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Go read my orignal fics at fictionpress.net. ^_^
On yahoo, my user id's are: melima_wen ; ravenclaw_headgirl_ses ; ses_headgirl_of_ravenclaw ; vamp_queen_sara
I use three for rping online...so I have different names.
Hacked in Neopets, so my new name is: melima_wen
And, my other email is melima_wen_ses@hotmail.com
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A blonde figure started at her scream, and the person turned around in shock. And thrust Uuneaor at Lori, and jumped at the person, with her fists raised up, half in self defence, and half in anger.
"Whore..." The blonde elf hissed and leapt aside, as Ana landed in the spot she had been standing. "Not dead yet?"
"Jalinania." Ana glared, and blocked Jalinania from following Lori into one of the rooms. Lucky, Lori went unnoticed to Jalinania.
She waited until Lori locked the door, before stepping forward. The weariness had vanished, covered with anger. "Still not dead yet. Pity."
"Oh, my dear...the piteous occasion will be the untimely death of Ana, wife of 'Figwit'." Jalinania smirked, and crossed her arms calmly. "
"Vanished, after a stroll under the stars at night."
Ana blinked. "I never took a stroll..."
"Foolish human!" Jalinania chuckled, and whistled loudly. A male elf came through the still open door, dark stains on his black tunic, and a dagger that he wiped on his pants. A shine of red on the silvery blade made Ana wretch in realisation at what those many stains were.
Ana growled lowly, only drawing more laughter from the two elves. The male elf hugged Jalinania, and kissed her neck, before standing beside her tall and proud.
"Is ... this the woman!" He raised his dark eyebrows. "Not as pretty as I believed she to be. Is her sister as ugly?"
"Aye, she is." Jalinania nodded, and laughed lightly, as Ana snarled.
"Then, this shall not effect my brother as I thought it might." The male elf smiled grimly.
"Nay."
"Let us finish it then." The elf drew his sword, Jalinania her dagger, and together they pointed it towards Ana. Ana stepped back, realising how much danger she was actually in.
"Oh.... piss off." She snapped.
This too only brought laughter from them both, and they stepped forward with her.
"This will be fun indeed." Jalinania muttered, and nicked Ana's neck.
Ana squealed, and touched the cut.
"Oh no! Blood. Now, we'll have wash it off her!" The male elf laughed.
"A wash?" Jalinania nodded. "Yes, she is rather filthy, isn't she? How.... Demeaning for a lady, to look like such a commoner. Like a human.... Oh. You are a human!" She laughed dryly, and grabbed Ana's wrist with a great deal of strength. "Bathing time."
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Boromir drew his horse to a halt, impatiently. "Foolish Nag!" He snapped.
Figwit dismounted. "What is the problem?" He ran his fingers over the mare, Illna's heaving flanks, as Boromir dismounted.
"She isn't going fast enough." Boromir crossed his arms. "In Gondor, I had the best horses, not FILTH! Like this."
Figwit clung to the mare's reins, as she started badly at Boromir's yell, half-rearing, and attempting to bolt. "She's tired! This is not Gondor, and you are dead to him." He hissed, and massaged Illna's neck, as she calmed, her eyes rolling.
"I know I am dead to him." Boromir snapped. "Ana made certain of that."
Figwit's eyes snapped over to Boromir. "With good reason, I am sure."
"What! What was the good reason?!" Boromir snapped. "So that I would have no father? So that my brother Faramir thought me dead?"
"She cannot say."
"Oh. 'She cannot say'" Boromir answered him dryly. "Well I can say. I can say that I return to Gondor. I can say that I will return to my people, who are dieing. And I can say that I will not be known as a dead man."
"Boromir..." Figwit's eyes snapped up. "She had a reason."
"So you say. I went to the council, hoping for a way to defend my people...I found no way." Boromir's eyes lit in pain for a brief second. "Now, I must pretend to not exist, hiding in a gully of elves like a common thief. When, I should be defending my people, allowing my wife to have the best, giving my father a daughter-in-law. But, it seems, my wife is dead..." He grabbed the reins off Figwit, and mounted again. "Come, let us go home. I will send more out from Gondor, when I arrive. My servants will continue searching."
Figwit watched in dismay as Boromir started off immediately, and shrugged at the servants watching. "Continue looking. We will be in Rivendell...or, may the valer forbid, Gondor." He jumped on his horse, and added, throwing them coins. "I trust you to use these for your health, and safety, whilst searching. I trust that you will come to Rivendell to find me, and that you do return to us. Do not betray my trust." With that he followed Boromir's trail of dust and noise.
Boromir's anger was ridden off by nightfall, but he still remained stressed and upset. Figwit just allowed him to talk, as they rode slower through the night.
Go read my orignal fics at fictionpress.net. ^_^
On yahoo, my user id's are: melima_wen ; ravenclaw_headgirl_ses ; ses_headgirl_of_ravenclaw ; vamp_queen_sara
I use three for rping online...so I have different names.
Hacked in Neopets, so my new name is: melima_wen
And, my other email is melima_wen_ses@hotmail.com
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A blonde figure started at her scream, and the person turned around in shock. And thrust Uuneaor at Lori, and jumped at the person, with her fists raised up, half in self defence, and half in anger.
"Whore..." The blonde elf hissed and leapt aside, as Ana landed in the spot she had been standing. "Not dead yet?"
"Jalinania." Ana glared, and blocked Jalinania from following Lori into one of the rooms. Lucky, Lori went unnoticed to Jalinania.
She waited until Lori locked the door, before stepping forward. The weariness had vanished, covered with anger. "Still not dead yet. Pity."
"Oh, my dear...the piteous occasion will be the untimely death of Ana, wife of 'Figwit'." Jalinania smirked, and crossed her arms calmly. "
"Vanished, after a stroll under the stars at night."
Ana blinked. "I never took a stroll..."
"Foolish human!" Jalinania chuckled, and whistled loudly. A male elf came through the still open door, dark stains on his black tunic, and a dagger that he wiped on his pants. A shine of red on the silvery blade made Ana wretch in realisation at what those many stains were.
Ana growled lowly, only drawing more laughter from the two elves. The male elf hugged Jalinania, and kissed her neck, before standing beside her tall and proud.
"Is ... this the woman!" He raised his dark eyebrows. "Not as pretty as I believed she to be. Is her sister as ugly?"
"Aye, she is." Jalinania nodded, and laughed lightly, as Ana snarled.
"Then, this shall not effect my brother as I thought it might." The male elf smiled grimly.
"Nay."
"Let us finish it then." The elf drew his sword, Jalinania her dagger, and together they pointed it towards Ana. Ana stepped back, realising how much danger she was actually in.
"Oh.... piss off." She snapped.
This too only brought laughter from them both, and they stepped forward with her.
"This will be fun indeed." Jalinania muttered, and nicked Ana's neck.
Ana squealed, and touched the cut.
"Oh no! Blood. Now, we'll have wash it off her!" The male elf laughed.
"A wash?" Jalinania nodded. "Yes, she is rather filthy, isn't she? How.... Demeaning for a lady, to look like such a commoner. Like a human.... Oh. You are a human!" She laughed dryly, and grabbed Ana's wrist with a great deal of strength. "Bathing time."
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Boromir drew his horse to a halt, impatiently. "Foolish Nag!" He snapped.
Figwit dismounted. "What is the problem?" He ran his fingers over the mare, Illna's heaving flanks, as Boromir dismounted.
"She isn't going fast enough." Boromir crossed his arms. "In Gondor, I had the best horses, not FILTH! Like this."
Figwit clung to the mare's reins, as she started badly at Boromir's yell, half-rearing, and attempting to bolt. "She's tired! This is not Gondor, and you are dead to him." He hissed, and massaged Illna's neck, as she calmed, her eyes rolling.
"I know I am dead to him." Boromir snapped. "Ana made certain of that."
Figwit's eyes snapped over to Boromir. "With good reason, I am sure."
"What! What was the good reason?!" Boromir snapped. "So that I would have no father? So that my brother Faramir thought me dead?"
"She cannot say."
"Oh. 'She cannot say'" Boromir answered him dryly. "Well I can say. I can say that I return to Gondor. I can say that I will return to my people, who are dieing. And I can say that I will not be known as a dead man."
"Boromir..." Figwit's eyes snapped up. "She had a reason."
"So you say. I went to the council, hoping for a way to defend my people...I found no way." Boromir's eyes lit in pain for a brief second. "Now, I must pretend to not exist, hiding in a gully of elves like a common thief. When, I should be defending my people, allowing my wife to have the best, giving my father a daughter-in-law. But, it seems, my wife is dead..." He grabbed the reins off Figwit, and mounted again. "Come, let us go home. I will send more out from Gondor, when I arrive. My servants will continue searching."
Figwit watched in dismay as Boromir started off immediately, and shrugged at the servants watching. "Continue looking. We will be in Rivendell...or, may the valer forbid, Gondor." He jumped on his horse, and added, throwing them coins. "I trust you to use these for your health, and safety, whilst searching. I trust that you will come to Rivendell to find me, and that you do return to us. Do not betray my trust." With that he followed Boromir's trail of dust and noise.
Boromir's anger was ridden off by nightfall, but he still remained stressed and upset. Figwit just allowed him to talk, as they rode slower through the night.